Angelus: Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting...and though unwanted...unbidden...it will stir...open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us...guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the fonte of our finest moments. the joy of love...the clarity of hatred...and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes mais than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd truly be dead.

Xander: I laugh in the face of danger! Then I... hide until it goes away.

Giles: A vampire in amor with a Slayer. It's rather poetic... in a maudlin sort of way.

Xander: [practicing to ask Buffy to the Spring Fling dance] Y'know, Buffy, Spring Fling just isn't any dance. It's a time for students to choose, um... a mate and then we can... observe their... mating rituals and tag them before they migrate- just kill me!

Willow: That's what it was! I mean, why else would she be atuação like such a b-i-t-c-h?
Giles: Willow, I think we're all a little too old to be spelling things out.
Xander: A bitca?

Spike: I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flor person, and then I spent the seguinte six hours watching my hand move.

Buffy: Angel's a vampire, I thought you knew.
Cordelia: Oh, he's a vampire! Of course! But the cuddly kind, like a Care urso with fangs

Xander: Giles lived for school. He's actually still amargo, amarga that there are only twelve grades.
Buffy: He probably sat in math class thinking, "There should be mais math. This could be mathier."

Angel: You really don't care what happens a ano from now? Five years from now?
Buffy: Angel, when I look into the future, all I see is you! All I want is you.
Angel: I know the feeling.

Willow: Well, I like you. You're nice, and you're funny, and you don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around either.

Cordelia: You're a sheep. All you ever do is what everyone else does just so you can say you did it first. And here I am, scrambling for your approval, when I'm way resfriador, refrigerador than you are 'cause I'm not a sheep. I do what I wanna do, and I wear what I wanna wear. And you know what? [Xander smiles] I'll encontro, data whoever the hell I wanna date. No matter how lame he is. [Xander stops smiling]

Cordelia: Oh, God! I invited him in my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants!
Xander: Yep, you're doomed to havin' to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys never chip in for gas.

Cordelia:[about Principal Snyder] How about 'cause you're a tiny impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu?

Spike: We like to talk big. vampiros do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got... dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people, billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision, with a real... passion for destruction. angel could pull it off. Goodbye, Piccadilly. Farewell, Leicester bloody Square. You know what I'm saying?

Joyce: Have we met?
Spike: You hit me over the head with an axe. (miming holding an axe over his head) "Get the hell away from my daughter!"

Angelus: No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away, and what's left?
Buffy: Me.

Willow: I think you're ready now, or at least in the state of pre-readiness to make conversation, or-or to do that thing with your mouth that boys like. [Buffy glares at her] Oh, I didn't mean that bad thing with your mouth, I meant that little half-smile thing that you... [looks at Oz] you're supposed to stop me when I do that.

Xander: Does anyone else wanna marry Ms. Barton?
Cordelia: Get in line.